FIC: In Need of Your Touch Ch. 12 B/W, (PG13/NC-17)

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? Title: In Need of Your Touch
? Author: Callisto's Dark Side
? Email: cds186@xxxxxxxxxx
? Feedback: Definitely. It can pull me out of a writing slump.
? Distribution: Can be found at
http://www.geocities.com/callistosdarkside/INOYT.htm
? Spoilers: Up to season 7, episode 3: Same Time, Same Place
? Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
? Pairings: Buffy/Willow all the way
? Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are copyright
Joss Whedon and 20th Century Fox.
? Summary: After Buffy lends her strength to Willow to help her heal, the
two discover that Willow is truly dependent on Buffy's touch.

Chapter 12 - More help (Dawn's POV)


"What are you doing in the kitchen?" I hear the shrill voice ask, as my
sleepy eyes come awake.

"Huh, what?" I ask, rubbing my eyes as I lift my head off the kitchen
counter.

"You, brat, why here?" Anya questions, doing her best impression of Cave
Buffy.

"Because, intercept you, why," I reply, countering her Cave Buffy with my
own.

"Why do you need to intercept me?"

"Because, Willow had it in her head that you'd scream 'ice cream,' at the
top of your lungs when you got back."

"Why aren't you at the front door then?"

"Because, we never answer the front door."

"Very true, which is also very annoying when I am forced to come over."

"Whatever, just give me the ice cream, and stay silent."

"You don't give me orders little girl."

"Do too."

"On who's authority? The thieves Guild?"

"The thieves what?"

"Guild. You know, an organization of people, who? never mind, your tiny
little mind would not understand the concept."

"Would too."

"Not. And before you say too, not again."

"You are so annoying."

"Not as annoying as you."

"I am not annoying."

"Maybe in your own little mind, but to everyone else. You're the Princess
of annoyance."

"Yeah, well, then you're the Queen of Bitter old women."

"Ah, that hurt."

"Good."

"You're mean, you know?"

"Only to you."

"Why is that? Is it because you're jealous of my good looks?"

"In your dreams."

"Yes, you are correct."

"Okay?"

"So, where is Willow? I need to collect my compensation for this ice cream I
have purchased and delivered to this house."

"She's asleep with Buffy."

"Asleep, huh?" Anya says, giving me a wink and an annoying nudge, as she
drops the ice cream on the counter.

"Yes, asleep, and not what you're thinking."

"Oh, please, you're telling me you don't see it?"

"See what?" I ask, nervously.

"The Buffy/Willow lesbian aura."

"Huh?"

"How can I explain this for you? Oh, I know how. Pictures."

"No, please, no pictures."

"It's no trouble, really. The internet has lots of them, and I've seen a
lot of them on Willow's computer. Sometimes she shuts the screen off when I
walk in the room so I don't see what she's looking at, but it's not like I'm
blind."

"Didn't need to know that."

"What are you, 5? It's just sex, grow up."

"I am grown up."

"You sure don't act like it."

"Do too."

"Then why do you not pay for the consequences of your actions?"

"I do pay."

"Does stealing from my shop, ring a bell?"

"Okay, so I didn't pay for that, but I gave everything back."

"I'm sure you did. Not."

"I did too."

"And I'm supposed to believe you, because you stole from me?"

"No, but I said I gave you everything back, so you should believe that."

"If I stole from you, would you believe me afterward."

"No."

"Exactly, so why should I believe you?"

"I dunno, but you should."

"Spoken like a true 5 year old."

"I am not a kid."

"Prove it then."

"How?"

"By paying for the consequences of your actions."

"I don't have any money, Anya."

"Not money. Punishment."

"I know I'm going to regret this, but what kind?"

"Oh, nothing major. No disemboweling, or mutilations. Nothing like that."

"Good to hear. What do you propose."

"Just some help around the shop."

"That's all you want?"

"Yes, that is all I want. For you to help me fix the place up, like Willow
will. Of course, Buffy, will be too busy slaying, but you and Willow can
help me."

"Fine, fine."

"Excellent, you will be my slave then."

"Slave? I never said anything about being your slave."

"You said you would help me, and that's a binding oral contract, Missy. Are
you going back on your word?"

"I never said slave."

"Help, slave, maid, same difference."

"I'm not going to be your slave, Anya."

"We'll see about that," Anya says with a smirk, as she heads for the living
room.

"Where do you think you're going?" I ask, grabbing a hold of Anya's arm.

"To sleep. I've been on two middle of the night ice cream runs, and when I
come back on the second one, I find out the person that wanted the ice cream
so badly is occupied. So now I want sleep."

"Fine, just be quiet about it. I don't want Buffy waking up."

"How do you wake up from sex?"

"They're not having sex!" I say a little too loudly.

******

(Willow's POV)

"Mmm, tomorrow?" Buffy murmurs into my chest, as she rubs her eyes.

"Nope, still today," I lie, as I pat Buffy's head, urging her to go back to
sleep.

"Tomorrow," Buffy grumbles, as she looks up at me, the early morning light
shining through the curtains.

"Oh gosh."

"Tomorrow," Buffy smiles energetically as she crushes me in a hug.

"Um, Buffy, technically, it's still morning, and?" I manage to say before
she ducks under the covers. "Buffy! What are you?"

I sigh in relief as Buffy sticks her head up from under the covers, but not
for long, as she plants a wet kiss on my lips.

"Mmm," I murmur into the kiss, my lips parting ever so slightly, as her
tongue enters my mouth.

"Mmm? uh? fff.. yyy? wha? ttt.. are? you?"

"Willow not like?" Buffy pouts, as she pulls her tongue out of my mouth.

"No, more like Willow feel guilty."

"Guilty?"

"Yup, because I made you into really, randy, cave Buffy, and I don't want to
take advantage of that, you know?"

"Buffy, not know."

"I guess it's pretty hard to know, what with your cavewoman cranium, I smile
as I pet her on the head."

"Willow make fun?" Buffy frowns.

"Oh, sorry, Buffy, I didn't mean it like that. It's just, that well?"

"Willow hate Buffy."

"What? No! No, Willow love Buffy," I quickly correct, giving her a big hug,
and a quick kiss on the forehead.

"No," Buffy says, shaking her head furiously, as she pushes me away.
"Willow pretend. Willow not love Buffy. Willow hate Buffy," Buffy cries,
before jumping off the bed, running to the door, almost ripping the door off
its hinges, before taking off out the bedroom.

"Buffy?" I whine, not wanting to chase after her, especially, in her
obviously, hurt state. "Who knew cavewomen were so sensitive," I sigh,
before leaving the bed to go after her

******

(Dawn's POV)

"Umphh?what the?" I cry, as I get hit by a mack truck by the name of Buffy.
I peel myself off the floor just outside of the kitchen and follow her down
into the basement. "Buffy? What's wrong?" I shout into the darkness.

Now would be a good time to turn on the light, Dawn.

I reach to flip the switch on, but my wrist is suddenly crushed under a
tight grip, and I scream like a little girl at the top of my lungs.

"Ahhhhhhh! Buffy! What are you.."

"You, take Willow," Buffy says accusingly, as she twists my arm and drags me
downstairs into the darkness.

"No, Buffy, don't be crazy. I thought we cleared this up. I have no
interest in Willow whatsoever?"

"Lie."

"No really, I'm telling the truth, Buffy. Be reasonable."

"Dawn make fun."

"What? What are you talking about."

"Dawn make fun," Buffy growls, as she twists my arm some more before
throwing me to the ground, as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

"Buffy, please, think," I cry, crawling backwards away from my crazed
sister.

"Buffy think. Buffy think, you steal Willow."

"Oh God. Why? Why would I steal Willow?"

"Because."

"Because, why?"

"Because, she mine."

"Fine, take her. She's yours. No argument here."

"No. You still here."

"And?"

"Willow love you."

"No, she doesn't. Well, I guess she does, but not in the way you're
thinking, Buffy."

"Admit. Willow love you."

"No, no. Geez, how do you twist and manipulate everything I say?"

"No twist. Just truth."

"Okay, you wanna hear the truth?"

Buffy nods her head.

"Okay, the truth is? um, come closer so I can whisper it."

Buffy leans her head forward.

"The truth is?" I say, before grabbing her shoulders and trying to flip her
over my head, but with absolutely no success, "you're crazy?" I smile,
before my lights go out.


To be continued.